Zane shook his head, switching over to his other hand to quench the flow. "No. I bit down to hard," he said, removing his hand to check on the flow. He quickly replaced it, seeing as how the venom was still coming. "Besides. It was bound to fall out."

Zane nodded, not even registering the fact she almost laughed. "yeah, and we ssshould probably get the janitor or sssomeone to clean all this up," he said, waving a the puddle of venom beaneath the bench, the metal becoming pitted and melting away from the caustic substance.

Zane nodded, venom spilling over his hand and wrist. "I don't plan on breaking anything sssoon, don't worry," he said, looking around. He needed to head home. He needed to stay there until he grew a new fang.

Zane turned his head, watching her leave. he nodded his thanks and turned, running full blast toward the woods, hand still pressed to his broken fang.

Edaniel thought for a moment. He painted a detailed picture of a taco in a chocolate box. Then stared at it for awhile. mmmmmm...tacos. *drool*
(Waht, I didn't say simon, of course not <.< nobody saw me do it >.> )

Class would be ending soon. so Alexi walked around the room to check the progress of every one's pictures. He was mildly amused by the fact that a centaur had painted a tuft of grass surrounded by mounds of sugar. Also, apparently Edaniel, the shape shifter, was another student who only thought with his stomach, whose every thought was probably brightly colored, and with the depth of a spoon. One painting in particular had promise though, Megumi was attacking her canvas like it had stolen her lover, the effect was actually rather nice, and abstract. Alexi couldn't wait to see how this one turned out.
"Alright, there are ten minutes left in class, you can stop and pack up your things, or you can continue until the bell. You have two days to work on this so don't feel rushed. I look forward to seeing what you bring me."
(Lisa =.= you said Simon again. Oh yeah no one saw you, I't's not like it's in my post right over there<<<.
I think we should make this into a book when we're done >.< it's actually very well written. We'll be famous!)

Megumi blinked out of her trance when she heard the art teacher's instructions. She placed her paint brush down and looked at her indigo and black painting. 'Hm... needs a little more color.' She decided as she started to pack up. The demon girl glanced at her classmate's painting and raised an eyebrow. "Um... why is that taco in a chocolate box?" She asked.

Simon turned to look back at her "Nn? Oh, yes, Well, you never know what is going to happen when your hanging out with me, which reminds me, are you in the bottom dorms?"

Megumi thought about it before shrugging. "I'm not that entirely sure. Can you help me find out where my room is Simon?" She asked.

(=.= Lisa... YOU ARE NOT SIMON. EDIT YOUR FREAKING POSTS. Edaniel. say it with me. EDANIEL. E-D-A-N-I-E-L. It's your responsibility to remember which character you are in each RP or you're just going to confuse the other players. )
(Thank you for changing a post, but if you look about three down you say Simon AGAIN!!! =.= I kill you.)

The bell rang and the raucous clatter of the rushing crowd could be heard.
"OK everyone, have a nice day. See you tomorrow, and remember the assignment is due in two days."

Megumi, with her short attention span, turned back to her teacher and smiled. "Alright Mr. Devereaux!" She started for the door with her bag and painting when she saw Sacti. "Hi, Sacti was it? How's that Zane boy doing?"

Megumi sighed in relief. "That's good." She gave the red-head a smile. "Sacti, what's your next class?"

"Oh, I have choir." She replied with a sad sigh, "I was hoping to at least know someone in my next class. Oh well." Megumi shrugged.

"That's true." Megumi mumbled, running after her, "But it would be cool if we had another class together! After choir, I have biology, mythology, theatre, and finally geometry. How about you?"

As Alexi exited the room he tripped over some one's backpack and was thrown face first into the floor. A kind passerby offered up his hand and Alexi subconsciously reached for it, realizing too late that he didn't have his gloves on. He watched the poor boy's face distort in terror as a visible bulge appeared and he was undoubtedly feeling an uncomfortable tightening in his loins. Alexi cursed himself in every language he knew as he saw every head in the hallway turn and look. The poor boy ran crying from the school, and probably wouldn't be seen for some days. Alexi blushed self consciously as everyone in the hallway took a step away from him. He began to pick his papers off the floor, thankful that at least no one would step on them, seeing as he now had some sort of invisible barrier keeping everyone at least two feet away in all directions.